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“I forgot to tell you; Ty wants to talk to me. He said they enhanced the video enough to make out features.”
Ty actually had called me a week ago, but I was stalling.
Oliver frowned. “Do you want to see if you can identify the man?”
“It was seventeen years ago. I don’t know if I’ll remember enough and if I do, I have no idea who this man was or is. He could’ve disappeared for all we know or be dead. I hope he’s dead. My father didn’t deserve what happened to him.”
“No, he didn’t. And neither did you. You were an innocent child thrust into that violence.”
“It fucked me up for almost a year. I lost an entire year of my life because of some stupid fender bender.”
“He doesn’t think you’re good enough for me,” I blurted.
Oliver frowned. “And who is good enough for you? Him?” he asked, his voice full of hostility.
I shrugged. “It’s not like that with us. He’s just protecting me.”
He ground his teeth. “You don’t need his protection. You have me and your family.”
“Ty has always been protective of me.”
“That was before you were engaged. You don’t need him now.”
I sighed with frustration. “He’s a friend. Please don’t say anything to him.”
“I don’t plan on it because that would create a wedge between you and him. I know how important your friends are to you.”
I changed the subject to avoid an argument. “Speaking of which, Finley and Sadie want to get together this upcoming weekend for lunch. Is that possible?”
“I think we can swing it. Where?”
I smirked. “Diamond Square?”
Oliver raked his fingers through his hair. “You know I hate going there.”
I snorted. “It’s your freaking hotel. Why would you hate it?”
“Because I don’t want my employees to think I’m spying. I have others to check on their work.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. It’s either your hotels brunch or the SW.”
“SW. I prefer it.”
“And I prefer Diamond Square. I love the dessert table. They don’t have those little macrons I love at SW.”
Oliver rolled his eyes. “I get you a boatload of them if you want.”
“Diamond Square,” I insisted.
I knew if I kept pushing him, he would give in the way he usually did.
“You’re being difficult again,” he said.
“Good. What time?”
Oliver’s shoulders slightly sagged in defeat; I loved to win at our disagreements.
“I guess noon. You know this is going to cost you,” he said with a wicked grin.
